Judge — September 9, 1905 — page 4: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGES FAVORITES. IDA MAWLEY, AS POLLY PREMIERE IN THE PEARL AND THE PUMPKIN,” AT THE BROADWAY THEATRE. We love the pumpkin's golden glow What time it’s ripe for pie, But pearls we don't profess to know— They're nothing in our eye. If you're the pumpkin of this show, It's ple for ours, for aye; But if you are the pearl, then know, ‘We like pearls from this day. IN A QUANDARY. M* MUGGINS was ina brown study. His morning mail was before him, but he had not yet tackled it. His partner came in. “Hello, Mug!” he greeted him with official dignity ; «« what's the mat- ter? You seem to be think- ing about something.” “Tam,” “+ Forget it.” "I can’t. It's about repairing my flat up town. As I came out this morning the colored janitor asked me to see about the ‘alter- cations’ going on in the building, and I don’t know whether he wants me to call in an architect or a policeman.” ‘THE HYMN. THE town clerk in a cer- tain town, as the cus- tom is, having published the banns of matrimony between two persons, was reading the hymn begini with these words, « Mis- taken souls, who dream of heaven.” HIS CHARGE. Farmer Brown— “What did th’ dentist charge ye fer pulling yer teeth 2” Farmer Greene—"A dollar an ‘acher’:” Eiaews HELO TEA BAS TO SHOW DAINTY WAIST LINE, THE PROBLEM—WHY DO THEY POSE THUS AT THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S? IN WASHINGTON. “Who's the lively gent, Bill ?"* “Why, that’s our ‘congressman-at-large. BASEBALL AT THE “HUB.” ITTWAS a ball game in old Boston and I listened with delight To the many brilliant sayings of the maiden at my right 5 But I gasped a little faintly when T heard that maid apply An “aerial emigration” to the thing we call a “fly.” ‘Then my blood began to tingle in the region of my hat, And for just a breath T wondered where in thunder I was at ; But the fellow from Chicago let out one tremendous howl Asshe murmured “Strike abnormis” when the umpire called a “foul.” As the game went on I fancied that this agony was past, But a corking bit of pitching struck out two good men at last, And that woman—heaven defend her—got completely on my nerves As she ‘‘diagrammed the angle circled by the pitcher's curves.” Once again T felt emotion of a very painful kind— It was when a good “two-hagger” left the other team behind, ‘Thoughts unfit for publication ruse and filled my very soul As I heard her ice-cream accents warbling “They have reached the goal.” ANA W. SHELDON, WOULD NEED IDENTIFICATION. «If you'll wash your face I'll give you a meal.” But how'll you know it’s me when I git it washed ?” FRIENDS TOLD NER How STUNNING BHE LOOKED IN FURS. comicbooks.com